RenIchi - It's After Midnight
Title: It's After Midnight
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo (Ichigo POV).
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Festive PWP!
Word Count: 5,000!
Summary: "I will not do homework on my fucking birthday, Renji, but you had to go and distract me all day, Renji, and then the library was already closed so we had to sneak in to get the books I need."
Beta:
doxa_the_muffin♥
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ICHIGO! This is also quite a celebration for me - one year in fandom! How'm I doing, guys? Also, the fic's based on this spread (*_*. Though I cheated a little with Renji's glasses :P). And, of course, Doxa is to blame.
Comments are love!
"Remind me again why you've dragged me to sneak in here at 11pm?"
Ichigo huffed in annoyance at the question, hopping off the window he and Renji had climbed through and clapping the dust off his hands as he landed. The smell of lemony floor polisher and old books immediately welcomed him to the Karakura Public Library.
"I have to finish my vacation assignments today,” he started when Renji landed beside him, smoothing out his dark jeans with gloved hands, “'cause I will not do homework on my fucking birthday, Renji, but you had to go and distract me all day, Renji, and then the library was already closed so we had to sneak in to get the books I need. So, really, this is all your fault, Ren -"
"Alright already, I got it," Renji hissed back, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Ichigo definitely took a perverse pleasure in hauling Renji over to a library, if only for the other's grumbles and moans every two seconds. "You got a flashlight or somethin'?"
"Yes, Renji. I always carry a flashlight around, it's almost as important as Zangetsu." He knew the sarcastic tone was unnecessary, but considering this was Renji's fault (and that it was his birthday tomorrow), he was allowed some taunting.
"Then how are we supposed to fucking see in the dark, smartass?" Renji snapped back, looking like he was ready to pounce on him any second now. Considering he was still in his gigai - there wasn't any time to leave it at home, as Ichigo had literally dragged him there - Ichigo liked his chances of taking Renji on.
Biting back a smug reply, he simply turned back to the window they'd come from and switched on the lights for this area, white neon flickering to life around them. "It's quite simple, Renji."
The smack to the back of his head was definitely called for. Ichigo merely chuckled as he jabbed Renji back at the ribs, causing him to huff in pure irritation. When Ichigo looked up at Renji now, in the light, something he hadn't noticed before caught his attention. Something on the top of his head. A cap. That had "FUCK" written on it. "Did you have to wear the stupid cap?!"
Renji narrowed his eyes, glaring at Ichigo with passion. "I had to grab something when ya shoved me out, it was instinct. Didn't think you'd complain about it."
Ichigo glared right back. "You look retarded with both a cap and a bandanna, Renji."
"Why are we fighting over stupid shit again? Just get your damn book and let's get outta here."
Ichigo frowned, but had to agree. Despite how fun it was to annoy Renji, this really wasn't his ideal night out. He turned his back to Renji and approached the dozens of bookshelves on his right. The library had a calm feel to it at this hour, completely isolated and silent other than the echoes of his steps and Renji's shuffling, following him.
Now, for the Art section. His feet drifted past different aisles, and he only noticed Renji wasn't following him anymore when he heard the other man's voice rise from a distance. "Still can't believe you'd rather be here right now than simply doin' your homework some other day."
"I can't procrastinate because of you, Renji. I'm gonna be a senior next year, and that's enough pressure even without ignoring my homework." He didn't expect Renji to understand his need to keep up with the other students. After all, all Renji had to worry about was his shinigami work. Not to mention the fact Ichigo had vowed to finish his schoolwork before his birthday, and if Ichigo was anything, it was stubborn as hell.
He finally picked out the book he needed for his assignment when he heard Renji's voice drift across the still air again. "Well, looky here." There was something ominous about his victorious tone, Ichigo just knew it. When he turned his head, he found Renji standing in the aisle across from his. A quick look at the sign assured his hunch was dead-on. The Adults section.
"Renji, get away from that shit," he gritted out, stomping towards him with his Renaissance book ready to be used as a weapon.
Renji pulled out a few books, a grin splitting his face. "Look, Ichigo, there're tantric sex manuals here. Who could have guessed that my assignment in the living world would end up being educating?" Ichigo bit back a 'who could have guessed you could read?'. "I betcha I could find the Kama - whoa!" Renji spluttered when Ichigo grabbed his arm and dragged him out of there roughly, storming towards the dinky, still half-dark reading area and dumping Renji on a large, cushy-looking armchair.
"Now sit there and don't bother me anymore," he instructed sternly, prying the manuals from Renji's hand and avoiding looking at pictures. However, when he went to turn around and retrieve his own book, Renji grabbed his wrist and kept him in place.
"What are those?" he asked, pointing at Ichigo's face with his free hand.
Ichigo was confused at first, and then realized, his scowl deepening. "Reading glasses, Renji," he answered simply, but couldn't keep the irritation from seeping into his voice. He's been teased enough about those, thank you very much.
"Yeah, I know that, dumbass, Ise-fukutaichou explained it to me once. I mean, why are they pink?"
"What's it to you, idiot?" Ichigo snapped rather weakly. For a long moment they both stared at each other in awkward silence, but soon enough Renji's lips curled in a vicious smirk and the remnants of Ichigo's patience finally died out. A split second later his hand was free from Renji's grasp and already on its way to punch Renji's nose. As soon as Renji had noticed him pulling back for leverage, he kicked Ichigo in the knee, sending him tumbling forward on the armchair.
Refusing to lose his composure, Ichigo made another attempt at the punch, but when Renji tilted his head away, Ichigo ended up with his hand hooked around Renji's neck. Renji then grabbed Ichigo's other fist to prevent it from colliding with his ribs, and wrapped his other hand around Ichigo's hip so he wouldn't crush him in his fall.
Only then, Ichigo finding himself toppled awkwardly in Renji's lap, his hand tugging at the redhead's braid and their mouths inches apart, did it seem to dawn on both of them just how close they were, and the certain… potential the situation held. Their brief tussle had made them both breathe faster already, and at this proximity Ichigo could practically taste Renji's breath, his lips...
He wasn't sure exactly who made the first move, but it didn't matter - since now Renji was kissing him feverishly, a familiar tongue sweeping into Ichigo's mouth and sliding against his own, nipping and tasting and sucking and leaving Ichigo breathless in just a couple of minutes.
They parted quite audibly when Renji's hand slid across Ichigo's hip, as if automatically, and brought their groins together. Ichigo moaned quietly and looked up, all thoughts other than 'your body, now' - already forgotten.
Renji did always have a certain skill in cluttering up Ichigo's mind, whether they were yelling, fighting, or in a situation like this. It certainly never took place in a public library - actually, it never happened outside the confines of either of their bedrooms. Ichigo couldn’t deny that the thought of doing it here - where strangers would sit tomorrow, where a stray caretaker could stumble upon them tonight - sent an unexpected exhilarating jolt down his spine.
"Ichigo…" Renji uttered in a voice definitely heavier than five minutes ago. "We can't, not here."
Ichigo smirked, leaning over Renji close enough for their foreheads to brush together, for his tongue to flick over Renji's lower lip, but bypassing his mouth in favor of his ear. He licked along the shell, breathing harshly. "Afraid of gettin' caught?" he asked in a deliberately playful voice, hearing Renji's breath hitch in response.
"No, this is… very good, but we really can't." He actually sounded pained to say it. "There's no lube…"
Ichigo cursed under his breath before a thought came to him - and the smirk returned. He pulled away from Renji's torso and slid from the armchair altogether to kneel on the floor, facing Renji, his heart racing from the thought of what he was going to do in the library.
"What're ya doin'?" Renji asked - and when Ichigo looked up, he saw Renji's ruby eyes deep with arousal, with an unmistakable glint in his gaze proving that Renji knew exactly what Ichigo was doing (and it definitely was unmistakable after three months of dating and plenty of fooling around).
He cracked a grin again, arching an eyebrow almost daringly. "What'dya think I'm doing?"
He spread Renji's legs and moved between them, running his hands tantalizingly over Renji's thighs on his way to the belt buckle, his eyes never leaving Renji's. When he felt the growing bulge at the front of Renji's jeans, he grinned triumphantly and whipped the belt out smoothly, throwing it over his shoulder.
When Renji grinned back at him, looking mesmerized by his every move, Ichigo couldn't help but to lean up and recapture his lips, being immediately welcomed into his mouth and fiercely reciprocating. He kept with the task at hand, though - popping open the jeans button and unzipping the fly, finally.
Renji gasped into Ichigo's mouth when his hand cupped the other's growing erection through the boxers, rubbing it slowly but firmly to hardness. The faster his hand moved, the needier the kiss had become, nips to his tongue and bites to his lips - until Renji drew back with a moan and uttered in a ragged voice, "Ichigo, c'mon…"
Ichigo didn't need further coaxing, his head already dipping lower while his hand freed Renji's cock from his boxers as well, immediately wrapping his fingers around the base. He locked eyes with Renji before darting his tongue out and swiping it over his own lower lip, making Renji groan.
Finally, he looked down and swirled his tongue around the head in a slow, circular motion, then drew back to puff warm breaths over the wet, oversensitive flesh. Renji gave a shuddering groan as he squirmed, and watched Ichigo through heavy lids. "Stop teasing," he demanded - though, considering his broken voice, it sounded more like a plea.
Ichigo smirked again, despite knowing he won't be able to tease for long, as he never could, not with Renji. "I don't want you to come..." He flicked his tongue along the underside, closing his lips over the vein and sucking none too gently all the way to the base, leaving a wet stripe behind him. "…yet."
Renji shuddered, signaling that he was starting to lose the last bits of his self control with a deep, guttural sound that seemed to shoot through Ichigo's body, instantly disintegrating Ichigo's restraint and reminding him where he really wanted that cock to be.
He finally wrapped his lips around the head and slowly inched down, lower, his tongue swiftly and skillfully lapping up Renji's cock. Renji obviously appreciated that greatly - going by the entrancing sounds he was spilling from his lips; intoxicating groans and moans, all elicited because of Ichigo, for Ichigo. It was fucking incredible.
Ichigo wasn't sure what that said about him, but he's always enjoyed giving Renji head a little more than he was probably ought to. There was something enthralling, something powerful in having this kind of control over a man like Renji - setting the pace, holding Renji down forcefully and making him choke out blissful moans and pants with every tease, every harsh suck, and every scrape of his teeth, knowing exactly what set Renji off and how quickly, controlling his reactions, from subtle to violent. Ichigo completely got off on it.
He curled his tongue around the head, already tasting the tart fluid collecting there, and let saliva dribble down the length, slicking it as much as possible for their next activity. He continued to bob his head up and down eagerly, sucking just hard enough to keep Renji on the edge without plunging forward.
Renji's hips bucked after a particularly harsh nip, so Ichigo had to pin him down to the blessed armchair roughly, partly because choking right now would be terribly disappointing, but mostly because he knew it'd drive Renji mad.
He relaxed his throat muscles and slowly took Renji's cock all in, humming around the swollen length in his mouth. When Ichigo heard a noise definitely unlike the arousing sounds of heated grunts forming his name (there were about five things in the whole world Ichigo liked better than the sound of his name uttered by that man in that voice in that devastating state. Renji knew it, too - if Ichigo handled his control issues with frequent blowjobs, Renji handled his own with constant dirty talk), Ichigo looked up to find Renji gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles turned white.
His eyed were squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed with arousal, stray blood-red strands that had escaped his braid now clinging to his sweaty forehead, and his mouth hanging open, obscenities emitting from between puffed, obviously bitten lips. Ichigo had to pull up before they'd both lose control.
"Strip," he commanded once he rose to his feet and wiped the side of his mouth, his other hand already fumbling with his belt. Renji shook his head, maybe to clear the haze, and then chucked off his shoes. He discarded his jeans and boxers, then his tie and buttoned-up shirt, before finally giving his watch a casual look in a speed which surprised even Ichigo.
Once Renji settled back on the armchair and went to remove his fingerless gloves, a sudden impulse even he didn't understand made Ichigo stop him. "W-wait, leave the gloves on," he said quickly, finally getting his pants and vest off.
Renji stopped and looked up at Ichigo, arching an eyebrow curiously but still looking as though he was considering the matter. "If you leave the glasses on."
Mirroring Renji's expression, Ichigo slowly replied. "That's weird. Even for… you…" He was completely sidetracked when Renji finished removing his hair-tie and then his undershirt. Even after all the time they've spent together, Ichigo's fingers still itched with the compulsion to trace every single tattoo on the other one's body. The fact Renji was completely naked other than a pair of gloves did certain things to Ichigo's body.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to focus. He had to concentrate, damn it. "Can I even fit there?" he asked Renji before approaching him, giving the chair a quizzical look while finally stepping out of his underwear - letting the last piece of affronting clothing fall onto the floor.
Renji examined the fairly large chair, then put his hands on the armrests and brought his legs closer together, leaving some space around him. "Well, ya could kneel over me, there's room for your legs." He grinned again, before adding; "It'll be a tight squeeze, but then again, we're used to that, aren't we?" The memories of their first time immediately rushed back to Ichigo's mind, rough and hurried in his closet, for reasons neither of them was keen on specifying.
He shook the memories off and blinked at Renji with an idea suddenly popping in his mind. He leaned down again to place a hurried kiss on Renji's lips, and then turned around, facing the other way. He looked behind his shoulder to climb onto the armchair safely, placing his shins on either side of Renji's thighs until his feet touched the back of the chair.
It certainly was a tight squeeze, making them breathtakingly close to each other; Renji literally all around him, breathing down his neck, shivering between his legs. He could feel the heat rolling off Renji's body, could feel Renji's cock against his back.
Renji immediately grunted and lifted Ichigo's hips up rather harshly with one hand, his slicked cock visibly twitching. He raised his other hand to his mouth and pulled the fabric covering half his fingers further back with his teeth to reveal their whole length.
Ichigo stared back, entranced, as Renji slipped his fingers into his mouth, knuckle by knuckle, his cheeks hollowing while his sizzling gaze fixed in Ichigo's eyes and then drifted lower to his back, his ass. Ichigo bit his lower lip at the display of wild desire that Renji offered.
Ichigo choked out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding; staying upright was becoming somewhat of a problem when all he wanted to do was push back, needing Renji to move and do something and fuck him already, with urgency he didn't expect. The armrest definitely came in handy when Ichigo clutched it as hard as he could.
Renji kept a firm hold on him as he leaned forward to hook his chin over the crook of Ichigo's neck, pressing their bodies flush together and slipping his finger inside, finally. Ichigo let out a ragged moan, mirroring the one drawn right next to his ear. At this unbearable proximity he could feel both Renji's harsh panting and just a hint of his tongue against his sensitive ear, and fuck, this position was perfect.
He leaned back and reached out blindly for Renji's hair, burying his hand in the silky mane and pulling, making Renji growl again and add a second finger, both of them too far gone for subtle touches and a play of reactions. There wasn't too much need for preparation, anyway, considering what they'd been doing merely two hours ago.
Ichigo bit on his lower lip hard when he felt a third finger being added, thrusting inside him and stretching, so fucking close to his spot… He pulled at Renji's hair again to signal his desperation, hoping it would be enough.
Thankfully, it was. Ichigo nearly whimpered when all three fingers struck his prostate hard, making him dizzy and blank and overwhelmed and not enough all at the same time - the fact Renji bit on his earlobe at the same time was definitely not helping his stability. He would have been worried about falling off the armchair if he hadn't been so busy feeling what Renji was doing to him.
"Renji, please," he uttered brokenly, and felt a sharp intake of breath right next to his ear, against his wet earlobe. It made him shiver.
"Please what?" Renji said in his rough voice, and Ichigo felt tremors run up his spine at his voice and at how close he was and at the fact he kept touching him there and that way and just right and it was hard to breathe.
"Fuck me already," he whispered.
"You don't care we're in a library at all, do you? You want it hard, want me to pound into ya right on this armchair until you can't see straight, eh, Ichigo?" Oh, fuck.
"Y-yes, do it, now…" Ichigo said. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself from whirling around and getting the show going himself, but at the same time he needed to keep Renji talking, every syllable hot and rough and deep, needy against Ichigo's ear, pushing all his buttons in a way Renji had long since perfected and excelled.
Renji gave his ear a final bite before removing his fingers, making him gasp. Renji pulled back to position his cock; Ichigo now barely able to hold himself up without support, partly because he scarcely had enough presence of mind to keep breathing, and partly because his thigh muscles were straining by now.
The second he felt the head of Renji's cock at his entrance, he pushed back - crashing almost immediately against Renji's lap and gritting his teeth at the burn. Renji became a cursing mess; one hand returning to Ichigo's hip to stable himself, the other now roving over Ichigo's torso.
Renji said something in a barely audible voice right into Ichigo's ear, but it was too hard to discern what it was, too hard to hear something over his own heartbeat, and too hard to really bother paying attention - being immediately flooded by jolts of satisfaction raking his entire body when the burn morphed into incredible pleasure.
He had to move, now. Realizing that in this position he had control over nearly everything, he grinned as he rose slowly, almost all the way over Renji's cock, and then slammed down - almost shouting as the jolts became fire running through his veins, bringing ecstasy with every ragged breath, every moan heard from the other man, every shift of their hips.
Renji's hand didn't still for a second, pressing against his stomach, the friction from the glove almost mind-numbing as Renji traced his well-defined muscles, trailing up to his chest, his collarbone, holding his shoulder tightly and pushing him back against Renji's chest and down on his cock, both of them immediately moaning and shuddering against each other at the sensation.
Renji brushed his hand back to Ichigo's chest until his fingers found a nipple, immediately stroking it with thumb and forefinger, making Ichigo arch as he sank back with his hips, almost bucking out of control when Renji rolled the nipple between his fingers and sent hot waves of bliss rippling through Ichigo's body.
He returned his hand to Renji's hair when Renji had buried his heated face in Ichigo's shoulder, nuzzled against his neck so Ichigo could feel every scorching breath like a shock of electricity, hitching every time Ichigo moved his hips back.
They seemed to have fallen into a steady, familiar, exquisite rhythm at some point. Ichigo was really unaware of things anymore, his eyes closed and Renji everywhere, capturing him, making him drift off.
He was violently thrown back to reality, however, when he felt sharp teeth at first grazing, then biting his shoulder; making him arch and writhe and whimper because it was just that good. "H-harder," he said, tightening his hold of Renji's hair and the armrest.
He was once again grateful for not falling off the chair when Renji took that "harder" almost too literally and sank his canines harshly against his tender skin, probably imprinting it, while tweaking his nipple more roughly and slammed his hips up, sending Ichigo into a blissful rush of overwhelming feelings, a turmoil setting his skin, his cock, every nerve in his body ablaze, in overdrive.
"Fuck, Renji!" he shouted, his hips moving erratically, snapping back while Renji thrust up, both incredibly in synch amidst the clutter of heat and scraping nails and ragged moans and coiling pleasure.
He released Renji's hair and rushed to clasp his hand around Renji's, lowering it from his nipple to his aching cock and moaning at the contact of the rough glove with his throbbing flesh. Renji didn't need further guidance as he wrapped his fingers firmly around the base and started stroking in time with the movements of Ichigo's hips, up, down, up, down, fuck, repeating the pattern until it was too much. Ichigo wanted it to go on forever, but at the same time he feared that he'd burn himself out completely.
"Y-you close?" he managed to ask in a fleeting voice. Instead of replying Renji tightened his hold on Ichigo's hip and brought him closer while leaning his back forward slightly, angling just right…
Ichigo didn't even register the cry of pleasure ripping from his throat as blinding ecstasy rocketed through his body, heavy and singeing and frantic and amazing; taking hold of him entirely until all he could do was hold on. If this was what burning out felt like, he'd do it every damn day of the week.
When the incredible rush crept away, he could only shakily lift himself off Renji's cock before all the energy left his system and he slumped back against Renji, their chests heaving in the same frantic rise and fall as Renji's panting stirred the hairs at Ichigo's nape.
His hand slowly released Ichigo's cock while the other left his hip, making its way across his thigh and caressing it soothingly. Ichigo had trailed his clumsy hand slowly over Renji's until he clasped their fingers together.
Renji's soft chuckle hit Ichigo's neck as the other man nuzzled closer in a playful show of affection. They both said nothing for a few minutes - Ichigo still furiously attempting to calm his breathing, his heartbeat, his thrumming senses. Fuck, his legs hurt like hell.
He finally opened his eyes and looked down and - well, they made even more of a mess than usual. Well, they… worked harder than usual. He bit his bottom lip, wondering how the hell he was supposed to clean up (and who the hell was going to have to wash Renji's glove).
He slowly attempted to rise from the other's lap, but stilled when his legs refused to function. Renji peered over his shoulder and chuckled again. Ichigo raised an irritated eyebrow when the chuckling didn't falter, instead turning into a laughing fit. "What?" he snapped eventually, tilting his head to look at Renji's face.
"You know what we'll have to clean you up with, don't ya?" Renji asked, and Ichigo noted his voice still sounded strained. His hair was a mess as well. Ichigo wasn't sure why he wanted to touch it so badly right at that moment.
Renji didn't wait for an answer as he reached back to the floor with one long arm and retrieved his bandanna, dangling it in front of Ichigo's nose. "Who's retarded now?"
Ichigo couldn't help but laugh, snatching the bandanna from Renji's hand and unfolding it, wiping himself clean quickly. Okay, maybe not that retarded. Once he was done, he gave getting up another shot and finally succeeded.
His knees gave a frightening cracking noise at being freed. He turned around - stretching a bit - and found Renji still lounging in the armchair with both hands on the armrests. He couldn't help but to notice the way Renji was watching him, lazily crooking his lips in a smirk.
He considered putting his clothes back, or walking around to pop his joints, but the more he looked at Renji the more he wanted to push him in and settle next to him again. So that was exactly what he did. Neither of them was the snuggly kind, but this felt right, for now. It wasn't a moment for sensible actions - and even if it were, Ichigo was never a rational thinker.
Leaning against the back of the armchair, sitting half on the seat and half in Renji's lap again, Ichigo couldn't hold back a sigh of contentment. He couldn't believe how comfortable this felt, especially when Renji resumed tracing idle patterns up his thigh and trailing his other hand over Ichigo's arm in the same fashion.
Curious about what this special treatment was for, Ichigo tilted his head towards Renji - only to be kissed by him a moment later, when Renji leaned forward to his lips. Surprised, Ichigo rolled his eyes, feeling as though Renji had shut him up in away - but gave up on that thought soon enough. Renji's tongue, tracing the edge of his lower lip, was just too distracting.
Ichigo's eyes drifted closed when Renji deepened the kiss, and he shifted a little closer to him, feeling incredibly warm everywhere. Renji was more playful this time, taking his time to explore Ichigo's mouth, and Ichigo was too worn out to protest. It did feel nice, all in all.
When they finally parted, it was harder to breathe again even though their every move screamed of languidness. Ichigo raised his hand to run his fingers through Renji's hair, torn between sorting out the tangles and messing it up even further as he stared at it with intense concentration.
He gasped in surprise when Renji ducked his head to bite his neck gently, causing delightful tremors to run down his spine. "What was that for?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Ya do look sexy in those glasses," Renji said against his neck, as if that explained it all. Honestly, Ichigo had nearly forgotten that they were still there. He imagined they were at least broken.
He shoved Renji back halfheartedly, chuckling. "Stop biting me all the time."
Renji chuckled as well. "Didn't complain back then, did ya?"
Ichigo shook his head, resting it more on Renji's shoulder than on the back of the seat. "We have to do this more often," he declared.
"Have sex in public places?"
"No, have sex sitting down." He looked at Renji quizzically from the corner of his eye, slightly obscured by a pink frame. "Did the change of place set you off or something?"
Renji raised an eyebrow. "Whatd'ya mean?"
"You were really…" Ichigo really couldn't explain it.
Renji stared back at him, looking baffled. "That's not why - Ichigo, it's past midnight."
Ichigo felt like he was missing something. "And?"
"Happy birthday, dumbass." Ichigo felt something flutter in his chest for barely a moment, and complied when Renji tilted his head to kiss him deeply again, but there was still the sense that he was missing something…
His eyes snapped open and he pushed the yelping Renji away, nearly shoving him completely off the armchair. "It's past midnight! I have to do fucking homework on my birthday because of you!"
Renji looked at him with wide eyes, aghast. "Who the fuck cares?!"
"I do!" Ichigo shouted, feeling slight panic and anger rise within him. "Because tomorrow I'll have no time either, since I plan on having sex the entire day, and then -"
"Oh do you now?" Renji asked with a full-on leer, arching his tattooed eyebrows suggestively. Ichigo dropped his anger and shut his eyes almost immediately when Renji leaned closer again, hot breath crashing over Ichigo's ear. "Your vacation's very long, Ichigo. You can do yer homework later, can't ya?" Ichigo's breath caught in his throat when Renji captured his earlobe between his teeth while fluttering his hand over Ichigo's bare hip again - and shit, he must have bruised it.
Well. The vacation was going to be very long. And even though odds were he'd end up having sex the entire time, right now, on his birthday, making out with Renji on a tested and approved sturdy armchair, he didn't really care.
*
"I saw you lifting those manuals, Renji."
"Fine, I'll get 'em back."
"Actually, I was thinking…"
END
Pairing: Renji/Ichigo (Ichigo POV).
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Festive PWP!
Word Count: 5,000!
Summary: "I will not do homework on my fucking birthday, Renji, but you had to go and distract me all day, Renji, and then the library was already closed so we had to sneak in to get the books I need."
Beta:
doxa_the_muffin♥
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ICHIGO! This is also quite a celebration for me - one year in fandom! How'm I doing, guys? Also, the fic's based on this spread (*_*. Though I cheated a little with Renji's glasses :P). And, of course, Doxa is to blame.
Comments are love!
"Remind me again why you've dragged me to sneak in here at 11pm?"
Ichigo huffed in annoyance at the question, hopping off the window he and Renji had climbed through and clapping the dust off his hands as he landed. The smell of lemony floor polisher and old books immediately welcomed him to the Karakura Public Library.
"I have to finish my vacation assignments today,” he started when Renji landed beside him, smoothing out his dark jeans with gloved hands, “'cause I will not do homework on my fucking birthday, Renji, but you had to go and distract me all day, Renji, and then the library was already closed so we had to sneak in to get the books I need. So, really, this is all your fault, Ren -"
"Alright already, I got it," Renji hissed back, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Ichigo definitely took a perverse pleasure in hauling Renji over to a library, if only for the other's grumbles and moans every two seconds. "You got a flashlight or somethin'?"
"Yes, Renji. I always carry a flashlight around, it's almost as important as Zangetsu." He knew the sarcastic tone was unnecessary, but considering this was Renji's fault (and that it was his birthday tomorrow), he was allowed some taunting.
"Then how are we supposed to fucking see in the dark, smartass?" Renji snapped back, looking like he was ready to pounce on him any second now. Considering he was still in his gigai - there wasn't any time to leave it at home, as Ichigo had literally dragged him there - Ichigo liked his chances of taking Renji on.
Biting back a smug reply, he simply turned back to the window they'd come from and switched on the lights for this area, white neon flickering to life around them. "It's quite simple, Renji."
The smack to the back of his head was definitely called for. Ichigo merely chuckled as he jabbed Renji back at the ribs, causing him to huff in pure irritation. When Ichigo looked up at Renji now, in the light, something he hadn't noticed before caught his attention. Something on the top of his head. A cap. That had "FUCK" written on it. "Did you have to wear the stupid cap?!"
Renji narrowed his eyes, glaring at Ichigo with passion. "I had to grab something when ya shoved me out, it was instinct. Didn't think you'd complain about it."
Ichigo glared right back. "You look retarded with both a cap and a bandanna, Renji."
"Why are we fighting over stupid shit again? Just get your damn book and let's get outta here."
Ichigo frowned, but had to agree. Despite how fun it was to annoy Renji, this really wasn't his ideal night out. He turned his back to Renji and approached the dozens of bookshelves on his right. The library had a calm feel to it at this hour, completely isolated and silent other than the echoes of his steps and Renji's shuffling, following him.
Now, for the Art section. His feet drifted past different aisles, and he only noticed Renji wasn't following him anymore when he heard the other man's voice rise from a distance. "Still can't believe you'd rather be here right now than simply doin' your homework some other day."
"I can't procrastinate because of you, Renji. I'm gonna be a senior next year, and that's enough pressure even without ignoring my homework." He didn't expect Renji to understand his need to keep up with the other students. After all, all Renji had to worry about was his shinigami work. Not to mention the fact Ichigo had vowed to finish his schoolwork before his birthday, and if Ichigo was anything, it was stubborn as hell.
He finally picked out the book he needed for his assignment when he heard Renji's voice drift across the still air again. "Well, looky here." There was something ominous about his victorious tone, Ichigo just knew it. When he turned his head, he found Renji standing in the aisle across from his. A quick look at the sign assured his hunch was dead-on. The Adults section.
"Renji, get away from that shit," he gritted out, stomping towards him with his Renaissance book ready to be used as a weapon.
Renji pulled out a few books, a grin splitting his face. "Look, Ichigo, there're tantric sex manuals here. Who could have guessed that my assignment in the living world would end up being educating?" Ichigo bit back a 'who could have guessed you could read?'. "I betcha I could find the Kama - whoa!" Renji spluttered when Ichigo grabbed his arm and dragged him out of there roughly, storming towards the dinky, still half-dark reading area and dumping Renji on a large, cushy-looking armchair.
"Now sit there and don't bother me anymore," he instructed sternly, prying the manuals from Renji's hand and avoiding looking at pictures. However, when he went to turn around and retrieve his own book, Renji grabbed his wrist and kept him in place.
"What are those?" he asked, pointing at Ichigo's face with his free hand.
Ichigo was confused at first, and then realized, his scowl deepening. "Reading glasses, Renji," he answered simply, but couldn't keep the irritation from seeping into his voice. He's been teased enough about those, thank you very much.
"Yeah, I know that, dumbass, Ise-fukutaichou explained it to me once. I mean, why are they pink?"
"What's it to you, idiot?" Ichigo snapped rather weakly. For a long moment they both stared at each other in awkward silence, but soon enough Renji's lips curled in a vicious smirk and the remnants of Ichigo's patience finally died out. A split second later his hand was free from Renji's grasp and already on its way to punch Renji's nose. As soon as Renji had noticed him pulling back for leverage, he kicked Ichigo in the knee, sending him tumbling forward on the armchair.
Refusing to lose his composure, Ichigo made another attempt at the punch, but when Renji tilted his head away, Ichigo ended up with his hand hooked around Renji's neck. Renji then grabbed Ichigo's other fist to prevent it from colliding with his ribs, and wrapped his other hand around Ichigo's hip so he wouldn't crush him in his fall.
Only then, Ichigo finding himself toppled awkwardly in Renji's lap, his hand tugging at the redhead's braid and their mouths inches apart, did it seem to dawn on both of them just how close they were, and the certain… potential the situation held. Their brief tussle had made them both breathe faster already, and at this proximity Ichigo could practically taste Renji's breath, his lips...
He wasn't sure exactly who made the first move, but it didn't matter - since now Renji was kissing him feverishly, a familiar tongue sweeping into Ichigo's mouth and sliding against his own, nipping and tasting and sucking and leaving Ichigo breathless in just a couple of minutes.
They parted quite audibly when Renji's hand slid across Ichigo's hip, as if automatically, and brought their groins together. Ichigo moaned quietly and looked up, all thoughts other than 'your body, now' - already forgotten.
Renji did always have a certain skill in cluttering up Ichigo's mind, whether they were yelling, fighting, or in a situation like this. It certainly never took place in a public library - actually, it never happened outside the confines of either of their bedrooms. Ichigo couldn’t deny that the thought of doing it here - where strangers would sit tomorrow, where a stray caretaker could stumble upon them tonight - sent an unexpected exhilarating jolt down his spine.
"Ichigo…" Renji uttered in a voice definitely heavier than five minutes ago. "We can't, not here."
Ichigo smirked, leaning over Renji close enough for their foreheads to brush together, for his tongue to flick over Renji's lower lip, but bypassing his mouth in favor of his ear. He licked along the shell, breathing harshly. "Afraid of gettin' caught?" he asked in a deliberately playful voice, hearing Renji's breath hitch in response.
"No, this is… very good, but we really can't." He actually sounded pained to say it. "There's no lube…"
Ichigo cursed under his breath before a thought came to him - and the smirk returned. He pulled away from Renji's torso and slid from the armchair altogether to kneel on the floor, facing Renji, his heart racing from the thought of what he was going to do in the library.
"What're ya doin'?" Renji asked - and when Ichigo looked up, he saw Renji's ruby eyes deep with arousal, with an unmistakable glint in his gaze proving that Renji knew exactly what Ichigo was doing (and it definitely was unmistakable after three months of dating and plenty of fooling around).
He cracked a grin again, arching an eyebrow almost daringly. "What'dya think I'm doing?"
He spread Renji's legs and moved between them, running his hands tantalizingly over Renji's thighs on his way to the belt buckle, his eyes never leaving Renji's. When he felt the growing bulge at the front of Renji's jeans, he grinned triumphantly and whipped the belt out smoothly, throwing it over his shoulder.
When Renji grinned back at him, looking mesmerized by his every move, Ichigo couldn't help but to lean up and recapture his lips, being immediately welcomed into his mouth and fiercely reciprocating. He kept with the task at hand, though - popping open the jeans button and unzipping the fly, finally.
Renji gasped into Ichigo's mouth when his hand cupped the other's growing erection through the boxers, rubbing it slowly but firmly to hardness. The faster his hand moved, the needier the kiss had become, nips to his tongue and bites to his lips - until Renji drew back with a moan and uttered in a ragged voice, "Ichigo, c'mon…"
Ichigo didn't need further coaxing, his head already dipping lower while his hand freed Renji's cock from his boxers as well, immediately wrapping his fingers around the base. He locked eyes with Renji before darting his tongue out and swiping it over his own lower lip, making Renji groan.
Finally, he looked down and swirled his tongue around the head in a slow, circular motion, then drew back to puff warm breaths over the wet, oversensitive flesh. Renji gave a shuddering groan as he squirmed, and watched Ichigo through heavy lids. "Stop teasing," he demanded - though, considering his broken voice, it sounded more like a plea.
Ichigo smirked again, despite knowing he won't be able to tease for long, as he never could, not with Renji. "I don't want you to come..." He flicked his tongue along the underside, closing his lips over the vein and sucking none too gently all the way to the base, leaving a wet stripe behind him. "…yet."
Renji shuddered, signaling that he was starting to lose the last bits of his self control with a deep, guttural sound that seemed to shoot through Ichigo's body, instantly disintegrating Ichigo's restraint and reminding him where he really wanted that cock to be.
He finally wrapped his lips around the head and slowly inched down, lower, his tongue swiftly and skillfully lapping up Renji's cock. Renji obviously appreciated that greatly - going by the entrancing sounds he was spilling from his lips; intoxicating groans and moans, all elicited because of Ichigo, for Ichigo. It was fucking incredible.
Ichigo wasn't sure what that said about him, but he's always enjoyed giving Renji head a little more than he was probably ought to. There was something enthralling, something powerful in having this kind of control over a man like Renji - setting the pace, holding Renji down forcefully and making him choke out blissful moans and pants with every tease, every harsh suck, and every scrape of his teeth, knowing exactly what set Renji off and how quickly, controlling his reactions, from subtle to violent. Ichigo completely got off on it.
He curled his tongue around the head, already tasting the tart fluid collecting there, and let saliva dribble down the length, slicking it as much as possible for their next activity. He continued to bob his head up and down eagerly, sucking just hard enough to keep Renji on the edge without plunging forward.
Renji's hips bucked after a particularly harsh nip, so Ichigo had to pin him down to the blessed armchair roughly, partly because choking right now would be terribly disappointing, but mostly because he knew it'd drive Renji mad.
He relaxed his throat muscles and slowly took Renji's cock all in, humming around the swollen length in his mouth. When Ichigo heard a noise definitely unlike the arousing sounds of heated grunts forming his name (there were about five things in the whole world Ichigo liked better than the sound of his name uttered by that man in that voice in that devastating state. Renji knew it, too - if Ichigo handled his control issues with frequent blowjobs, Renji handled his own with constant dirty talk), Ichigo looked up to find Renji gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles turned white.
His eyed were squeezed shut, his cheeks flushed with arousal, stray blood-red strands that had escaped his braid now clinging to his sweaty forehead, and his mouth hanging open, obscenities emitting from between puffed, obviously bitten lips. Ichigo had to pull up before they'd both lose control.
"Strip," he commanded once he rose to his feet and wiped the side of his mouth, his other hand already fumbling with his belt. Renji shook his head, maybe to clear the haze, and then chucked off his shoes. He discarded his jeans and boxers, then his tie and buttoned-up shirt, before finally giving his watch a casual look in a speed which surprised even Ichigo.
Once Renji settled back on the armchair and went to remove his fingerless gloves, a sudden impulse even he didn't understand made Ichigo stop him. "W-wait, leave the gloves on," he said quickly, finally getting his pants and vest off.
Renji stopped and looked up at Ichigo, arching an eyebrow curiously but still looking as though he was considering the matter. "If you leave the glasses on."
Mirroring Renji's expression, Ichigo slowly replied. "That's weird. Even for… you…" He was completely sidetracked when Renji finished removing his hair-tie and then his undershirt. Even after all the time they've spent together, Ichigo's fingers still itched with the compulsion to trace every single tattoo on the other one's body. The fact Renji was completely naked other than a pair of gloves did certain things to Ichigo's body.
Taking a deep breath, he tried to focus. He had to concentrate, damn it. "Can I even fit there?" he asked Renji before approaching him, giving the chair a quizzical look while finally stepping out of his underwear - letting the last piece of affronting clothing fall onto the floor.
Renji examined the fairly large chair, then put his hands on the armrests and brought his legs closer together, leaving some space around him. "Well, ya could kneel over me, there's room for your legs." He grinned again, before adding; "It'll be a tight squeeze, but then again, we're used to that, aren't we?" The memories of their first time immediately rushed back to Ichigo's mind, rough and hurried in his closet, for reasons neither of them was keen on specifying.
He shook the memories off and blinked at Renji with an idea suddenly popping in his mind. He leaned down again to place a hurried kiss on Renji's lips, and then turned around, facing the other way. He looked behind his shoulder to climb onto the armchair safely, placing his shins on either side of Renji's thighs until his feet touched the back of the chair.
It certainly was a tight squeeze, making them breathtakingly close to each other; Renji literally all around him, breathing down his neck, shivering between his legs. He could feel the heat rolling off Renji's body, could feel Renji's cock against his back.
Renji immediately grunted and lifted Ichigo's hips up rather harshly with one hand, his slicked cock visibly twitching. He raised his other hand to his mouth and pulled the fabric covering half his fingers further back with his teeth to reveal their whole length.
Ichigo stared back, entranced, as Renji slipped his fingers into his mouth, knuckle by knuckle, his cheeks hollowing while his sizzling gaze fixed in Ichigo's eyes and then drifted lower to his back, his ass. Ichigo bit his lower lip at the display of wild desire that Renji offered.
Ichigo choked out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding; staying upright was becoming somewhat of a problem when all he wanted to do was push back, needing Renji to move and do something and fuck him already, with urgency he didn't expect. The armrest definitely came in handy when Ichigo clutched it as hard as he could.
Renji kept a firm hold on him as he leaned forward to hook his chin over the crook of Ichigo's neck, pressing their bodies flush together and slipping his finger inside, finally. Ichigo let out a ragged moan, mirroring the one drawn right next to his ear. At this unbearable proximity he could feel both Renji's harsh panting and just a hint of his tongue against his sensitive ear, and fuck, this position was perfect.
He leaned back and reached out blindly for Renji's hair, burying his hand in the silky mane and pulling, making Renji growl again and add a second finger, both of them too far gone for subtle touches and a play of reactions. There wasn't too much need for preparation, anyway, considering what they'd been doing merely two hours ago.
Ichigo bit on his lower lip hard when he felt a third finger being added, thrusting inside him and stretching, so fucking close to his spot… He pulled at Renji's hair again to signal his desperation, hoping it would be enough.
Thankfully, it was. Ichigo nearly whimpered when all three fingers struck his prostate hard, making him dizzy and blank and overwhelmed and not enough all at the same time - the fact Renji bit on his earlobe at the same time was definitely not helping his stability. He would have been worried about falling off the armchair if he hadn't been so busy feeling what Renji was doing to him.
"Renji, please," he uttered brokenly, and felt a sharp intake of breath right next to his ear, against his wet earlobe. It made him shiver.
"Please what?" Renji said in his rough voice, and Ichigo felt tremors run up his spine at his voice and at how close he was and at the fact he kept touching him there and that way and just right and it was hard to breathe.
"Fuck me already," he whispered.
"You don't care we're in a library at all, do you? You want it hard, want me to pound into ya right on this armchair until you can't see straight, eh, Ichigo?" Oh, fuck.
"Y-yes, do it, now…" Ichigo said. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself from whirling around and getting the show going himself, but at the same time he needed to keep Renji talking, every syllable hot and rough and deep, needy against Ichigo's ear, pushing all his buttons in a way Renji had long since perfected and excelled.
Renji gave his ear a final bite before removing his fingers, making him gasp. Renji pulled back to position his cock; Ichigo now barely able to hold himself up without support, partly because he scarcely had enough presence of mind to keep breathing, and partly because his thigh muscles were straining by now.
The second he felt the head of Renji's cock at his entrance, he pushed back - crashing almost immediately against Renji's lap and gritting his teeth at the burn. Renji became a cursing mess; one hand returning to Ichigo's hip to stable himself, the other now roving over Ichigo's torso.
Renji said something in a barely audible voice right into Ichigo's ear, but it was too hard to discern what it was, too hard to hear something over his own heartbeat, and too hard to really bother paying attention - being immediately flooded by jolts of satisfaction raking his entire body when the burn morphed into incredible pleasure.
He had to move, now. Realizing that in this position he had control over nearly everything, he grinned as he rose slowly, almost all the way over Renji's cock, and then slammed down - almost shouting as the jolts became fire running through his veins, bringing ecstasy with every ragged breath, every moan heard from the other man, every shift of their hips.
Renji's hand didn't still for a second, pressing against his stomach, the friction from the glove almost mind-numbing as Renji traced his well-defined muscles, trailing up to his chest, his collarbone, holding his shoulder tightly and pushing him back against Renji's chest and down on his cock, both of them immediately moaning and shuddering against each other at the sensation.
Renji brushed his hand back to Ichigo's chest until his fingers found a nipple, immediately stroking it with thumb and forefinger, making Ichigo arch as he sank back with his hips, almost bucking out of control when Renji rolled the nipple between his fingers and sent hot waves of bliss rippling through Ichigo's body.
He returned his hand to Renji's hair when Renji had buried his heated face in Ichigo's shoulder, nuzzled against his neck so Ichigo could feel every scorching breath like a shock of electricity, hitching every time Ichigo moved his hips back.
They seemed to have fallen into a steady, familiar, exquisite rhythm at some point. Ichigo was really unaware of things anymore, his eyes closed and Renji everywhere, capturing him, making him drift off.
He was violently thrown back to reality, however, when he felt sharp teeth at first grazing, then biting his shoulder; making him arch and writhe and whimper because it was just that good. "H-harder," he said, tightening his hold of Renji's hair and the armrest.
He was once again grateful for not falling off the chair when Renji took that "harder" almost too literally and sank his canines harshly against his tender skin, probably imprinting it, while tweaking his nipple more roughly and slammed his hips up, sending Ichigo into a blissful rush of overwhelming feelings, a turmoil setting his skin, his cock, every nerve in his body ablaze, in overdrive.
"Fuck, Renji!" he shouted, his hips moving erratically, snapping back while Renji thrust up, both incredibly in synch amidst the clutter of heat and scraping nails and ragged moans and coiling pleasure.
He released Renji's hair and rushed to clasp his hand around Renji's, lowering it from his nipple to his aching cock and moaning at the contact of the rough glove with his throbbing flesh. Renji didn't need further guidance as he wrapped his fingers firmly around the base and started stroking in time with the movements of Ichigo's hips, up, down, up, down, fuck, repeating the pattern until it was too much. Ichigo wanted it to go on forever, but at the same time he feared that he'd burn himself out completely.
"Y-you close?" he managed to ask in a fleeting voice. Instead of replying Renji tightened his hold on Ichigo's hip and brought him closer while leaning his back forward slightly, angling just right…
Ichigo didn't even register the cry of pleasure ripping from his throat as blinding ecstasy rocketed through his body, heavy and singeing and frantic and amazing; taking hold of him entirely until all he could do was hold on. If this was what burning out felt like, he'd do it every damn day of the week.
When the incredible rush crept away, he could only shakily lift himself off Renji's cock before all the energy left his system and he slumped back against Renji, their chests heaving in the same frantic rise and fall as Renji's panting stirred the hairs at Ichigo's nape.
His hand slowly released Ichigo's cock while the other left his hip, making its way across his thigh and caressing it soothingly. Ichigo had trailed his clumsy hand slowly over Renji's until he clasped their fingers together.
Renji's soft chuckle hit Ichigo's neck as the other man nuzzled closer in a playful show of affection. They both said nothing for a few minutes - Ichigo still furiously attempting to calm his breathing, his heartbeat, his thrumming senses. Fuck, his legs hurt like hell.
He finally opened his eyes and looked down and - well, they made even more of a mess than usual. Well, they… worked harder than usual. He bit his bottom lip, wondering how the hell he was supposed to clean up (and who the hell was going to have to wash Renji's glove).
He slowly attempted to rise from the other's lap, but stilled when his legs refused to function. Renji peered over his shoulder and chuckled again. Ichigo raised an irritated eyebrow when the chuckling didn't falter, instead turning into a laughing fit. "What?" he snapped eventually, tilting his head to look at Renji's face.
"You know what we'll have to clean you up with, don't ya?" Renji asked, and Ichigo noted his voice still sounded strained. His hair was a mess as well. Ichigo wasn't sure why he wanted to touch it so badly right at that moment.
Renji didn't wait for an answer as he reached back to the floor with one long arm and retrieved his bandanna, dangling it in front of Ichigo's nose. "Who's retarded now?"
Ichigo couldn't help but laugh, snatching the bandanna from Renji's hand and unfolding it, wiping himself clean quickly. Okay, maybe not that retarded. Once he was done, he gave getting up another shot and finally succeeded.
His knees gave a frightening cracking noise at being freed. He turned around - stretching a bit - and found Renji still lounging in the armchair with both hands on the armrests. He couldn't help but to notice the way Renji was watching him, lazily crooking his lips in a smirk.
He considered putting his clothes back, or walking around to pop his joints, but the more he looked at Renji the more he wanted to push him in and settle next to him again. So that was exactly what he did. Neither of them was the snuggly kind, but this felt right, for now. It wasn't a moment for sensible actions - and even if it were, Ichigo was never a rational thinker.
Leaning against the back of the armchair, sitting half on the seat and half in Renji's lap again, Ichigo couldn't hold back a sigh of contentment. He couldn't believe how comfortable this felt, especially when Renji resumed tracing idle patterns up his thigh and trailing his other hand over Ichigo's arm in the same fashion.
Curious about what this special treatment was for, Ichigo tilted his head towards Renji - only to be kissed by him a moment later, when Renji leaned forward to his lips. Surprised, Ichigo rolled his eyes, feeling as though Renji had shut him up in away - but gave up on that thought soon enough. Renji's tongue, tracing the edge of his lower lip, was just too distracting.
Ichigo's eyes drifted closed when Renji deepened the kiss, and he shifted a little closer to him, feeling incredibly warm everywhere. Renji was more playful this time, taking his time to explore Ichigo's mouth, and Ichigo was too worn out to protest. It did feel nice, all in all.
When they finally parted, it was harder to breathe again even though their every move screamed of languidness. Ichigo raised his hand to run his fingers through Renji's hair, torn between sorting out the tangles and messing it up even further as he stared at it with intense concentration.
He gasped in surprise when Renji ducked his head to bite his neck gently, causing delightful tremors to run down his spine. "What was that for?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Ya do look sexy in those glasses," Renji said against his neck, as if that explained it all. Honestly, Ichigo had nearly forgotten that they were still there. He imagined they were at least broken.
He shoved Renji back halfheartedly, chuckling. "Stop biting me all the time."
Renji chuckled as well. "Didn't complain back then, did ya?"
Ichigo shook his head, resting it more on Renji's shoulder than on the back of the seat. "We have to do this more often," he declared.
"Have sex in public places?"
"No, have sex sitting down." He looked at Renji quizzically from the corner of his eye, slightly obscured by a pink frame. "Did the change of place set you off or something?"
Renji raised an eyebrow. "Whatd'ya mean?"
"You were really…" Ichigo really couldn't explain it.
Renji stared back at him, looking baffled. "That's not why - Ichigo, it's past midnight."
Ichigo felt like he was missing something. "And?"
"Happy birthday, dumbass." Ichigo felt something flutter in his chest for barely a moment, and complied when Renji tilted his head to kiss him deeply again, but there was still the sense that he was missing something…
His eyes snapped open and he pushed the yelping Renji away, nearly shoving him completely off the armchair. "It's past midnight! I have to do fucking homework on my birthday because of you!"
Renji looked at him with wide eyes, aghast. "Who the fuck cares?!"
"I do!" Ichigo shouted, feeling slight panic and anger rise within him. "Because tomorrow I'll have no time either, since I plan on having sex the entire day, and then -"
"Oh do you now?" Renji asked with a full-on leer, arching his tattooed eyebrows suggestively. Ichigo dropped his anger and shut his eyes almost immediately when Renji leaned closer again, hot breath crashing over Ichigo's ear. "Your vacation's very long, Ichigo. You can do yer homework later, can't ya?" Ichigo's breath caught in his throat when Renji captured his earlobe between his teeth while fluttering his hand over Ichigo's bare hip again - and shit, he must have bruised it.
Well. The vacation was going to be very long. And even though odds were he'd end up having sex the entire time, right now, on his birthday, making out with Renji on a tested and approved sturdy armchair, he didn't really care.
*
"I saw you lifting those manuals, Renji."
"Fine, I'll get 'em back."
"Actually, I was thinking…"
END